I stay in the Lincoln Hotel. Snug in the parking lot across from the gig. There's no passenger service here in Moose Jaw, but the trains are banging and moaning all night long. I'm tired of waking up and going back to sleep, so I look for a Tim's in the pre-dawn darkness, cafinate, and get out on the slippery, fog covered highway.
Everything, including the car, is covered in a layer of frost. The longer I drive, the thicker it gets. I stop at Whitewood, SK, to scrape some off, and wait out the fog. I've already had four or five hours of it, so I'm ready to keep drinking coffee for a while.
Friendly Manitoba. I'm cutting through the back roads to tonight's destination.
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